"So, what's your deal, tall, dark, and handsome?"
Loki would never grow accustomed to the strange practices of mortal men. Although, even Thor would have noticed that this particular human wasn't like the others. Normally, men of Earth did paint their faces white, dye their hair green (although Loki did approve of the color), or wear such an obscene amount of what Loki could only assume was lipstick. But it wasn't just his appearance that was odd. The man's whole bearing was…unhinged. The very fact that this man had walked up to Loki, who, even in mortal dress, appeared threatening, and spoken so rashly was enough to make Loki a little wary. But he wasn't one to turn down a puzzle.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," he said with politeness befitting of a prince.
"Oh, you're afraid, are you? Well, I get that from people a lot, you know," the stranger laughed, gesturing at his messy hair and frighteningly purple suit. "You see, I'm not exactly someone people want to meet in a dark alley. I don't think I'd like to meet myself in a dark alley." And he burst out in a fit of laughter, as though he found himself genuinely hilarious. Loki waited for the man's hysteria to subside, unwilling to accept the clown as another mortal freak. The laughter continued in snorting, snickering, and wheezing gasps of air as the man made no effort to control himself. Then the laughter stopped, with no sign in the man's face that it had ever been there. The man looked up, staring into Loki's eyes from under a suddenly serious brow, "But I don't think I'd like to meet you in the dark either."
Loki smiled. He'd been right, this was not just another crazy human.
"My deal, as you put it, is to raise as much hell as I possibly can," he smiled, watching the stranger closely. He was not disappointed. The Joker's smile reappeared, wider than before.
"We're on the same page, then."
